how many Beatles references I've included here. Sometimes they just suit the situation so well I want to throw up. From happiness. You know. Lately I've had Lady Madonna on the brain.
I've realized that I'm lost. I have no direction, nowhere I want to go with my life. I have no passion and it's killing me slowly. How am I supposed to make these decisions when I don't know where I want to be? It's downright sick timing.
All I really want to do is travel. Before I go to school, before I take one step anywhere permanent. I just want to travel. I need to see the world before I can ever hope to know where I fit in here. My eyes are still closed; this time it's beyond my control.
"All I really wanna do is love you, the kind much closer than friends use. But I still can't say it after all we've been through."
Jason Mraz, If It Kills Me
my name is
- viktorria
- I've just realized that I can't write to please everyone, only myself. Thank you, Mr Bradbury.
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